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'SWEAR    Sr   THE   HORN'

at the string holding the dangling eagle's nest at
the top of the tree. And when the eagle's nest
fell to the ground we all rushed at it, yelling our
tribal war-cry; and the first three boys who
touched the nest each got a feather to wear in his
hair. This was like the 'first', 'second9, and
"third5 honours which our fathers got when they
killed an enemy in battle—all of the warriors
would rush forward when a man fell, to be the
first to touch him. We liked this dance because
it was the only dance or game we had which gave
us eagle-trophy feathers to wear in our hair, like
those which our fathers wore.

In all of our games, in all of our playing, I
would say that honour was the outstanding char-
acteristic. None of us ever disputed the other
fellow's mark, the other fellow's record or the
other fellow's word* Our parents taught us that
lying was the 'great shame'; that it was the 'battle-
shield behind which the coward hid his shame'.
We believed them, and seldom did we ever have
occasion to assert our truthfulness to our play-
mates.

If, however, we were ever doubted by our
playmates, we would 'swear by the Horn5, and
that would always settle the argument. No
one would ever swear falsely by the Horn. It
was the same oath that our fathers took; and
it means that we will swear by the famous Black-

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